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   Upon the tamer’s creature approaching, a half-step
   back would be given, weapon snapping back into
   full-transformation of dualblade. Jaw clenched as it
   was temporarily considered to bring the wolf down
   as well—though tamed monsters fell into a category
   of that which would bring guilt upon his conscience.
   Head tilted upwards as eyes glared down, daring the
   blond to finish—what did he not understand? That
   monsters had hearts too? Sure—one could certainly
   argue that in the case of a normal monster. Nova
   monsters didn’t, couldn’t—and if they did, they were
   filled only with hate and pain.

                                                       It would be a mercy killing.

   Weapon would be dismantled, one of the individual
   arm’s length daggers being stored beneath coat as
   he approached the blond, warily eyeing the tamed
   wolf. Though he could just as easily using healing
   artes at long range, it was easier to do so up close
   should one desire precision. And in this case—he was
   still  unsure whether or not to provide healing. The
   blond would cause less trouble if he remained injured,
   though ideals generally frowned upon the looking over of hurt.

   He’d only begun to hold his hand over the other’s arm
   before hearing mention of the Nova monster’s survival.
   Teeth were gritted as the healing arte was halted, fist
   clenching at air. Eyes were directed towards the monster,
   narrowing in further disgust.

                                                      “We don’t. You least of all.
                                                       Nova monsters are to be eradicated on sight—
                                                       that’s how it is. In case you’ve yet to understand—
                                                       death would be a mercy for these beasts.”

   The single weapon in hand was given a rough snap,
   dagger replaced with ranged gun in an instant to be
   raised as aim was taken and trigger pulled.

Emil did not move. Quiet, his head lowering in silent acceptance to
the words which were spat. Monster. Fingers slowly tightened
together, ignoring pain which raced up the limb, staining dark 
clothing with blood. He stared at the creature, listened to it, could
hear it. Listen to the hissing, pain it was in, hatred it spouted again
and again. A muzzle gently pressed against blonde hair, resting
there. Huffing and blowing the blonde piece of hair that would 
forever stick upwards upon Emil’s person down lightly before it sat 
back up in it’s place.

He would not argue. Not this time. His power was not efficient 
enough to tame this beast, not in the way it was. No matter how
much he wished otherwise.

His bangs hid his expression quietly. Flinching at the sound of the
bullet, Orion’s ears tilting forward at the noise, making a soft growl
in the back of his throat in warning. Though no movement was 
made to otherwise leave the blonde’s side. Emil lifting the free hand
once more to entangle itself into fur. Keeping it pre-occupied to 
ignore the pain in his other arm.

      “D-death is a permanent solution,
        for a momentary problem.”

His words were soft, not made to retort, but instead to provide an
open opinion upon the blonde and how he viewed the life of even
this creature. One he felt akin to, one he understood, was able to 
feel their pain and ripping apart of essence. Green eyes slowly lifted.

   [ i knew they were like this ]

Yes.

He did.

Ratatosk and he both had, even while he had remained much more
of a separate entity, he had known it.   “I’m sorry.” Emil’s head canted
forward, hand falling down to his side to show a remorse for the action
he had given, despite how genuine the feelings behind had been.

      “My actions w-were reckless and …
       I should n-not have intervened. It
       was not in my ri-right, right to do
       so.”

A hiss of discontent came from his inner consciousness. Telling him 
Emil –as the Lord of All Monsters– he had every right to step in for
a monster which would offer itself to him. Though Emil was only to
bite his tongue for such a case. Because to him, animal and monster
companions were so much more than simple servants that was once
thought they were only.

Their emotions, their voices, their words were so simplistic, so feral,
honest and sincere, it was difficult to not find himself much more 
attracted to them as friends and party members than the humans 
themselves that he would meet. “Though y-you are right about one
thing … th-these creatures you call monsters … it is a m-mercy …”

No one should have to live through that much pain.

Yet, despite his feelings, Emil could not give a further explanation,
instead lifting his head and going to turn away. Healing arte forgotten
as he leaned against his wolf companion. He saw the distrust linger
in blue eyes, the steps taken away and response of a weapon
given to the animal besides him, despite it’s prior helping in such a
fight. They would not be welcomed, nor would they be accepted, it 
would seem, in this place either.

Would it be similar to Luin?

No … nothing was as similar as Luin. If given pause or calling, Emil
would stop, but only if he was called to stop. Pain ringing the edges
of green optics, dragging on black bags tugging upon pale skin. A 
reminiscence of feeling, a realization, an understanding, a futility …
Most monsters, once defeated –or weakened to the state of 
exhaustion– would typically seek him. Seek the spirit for comfort,
seek the spirit for protection, wishing to attempt allying with him at
least.

Nova creatures (there was a refusal to call them MONSTERS) seemed
much different than Emil initially anticipated.